“Well, I didn’t think mentioning that I thought you got it under false pretenses would be the smooth thing to do, J. But now that you bring it up...”
“Save it for the bulls, Travis,” she said, storming out without her rosin.
All he could do was watch her stomp away.
“JUNE! YOU’RE HERE!”
In the middle of tying on her spurs, June looked around until she found the enthusiastic feminine voice. Arms spread wide for a hug, the Preacher’s wife was barreling down on her behind the chutes at a decently sized outdoor arena that was already packed for a Friday night. An expectant hum hung in the air. The weather was the sticky sort of warm but the bugs weren’t too bad yet.
It was a good night to ride.
June smiled big. “Hey, Mrs. Lucas!”
“Cindy, sweetie. I’m so glad you made it! Luke wasn’t sure if you’d come after Travis and Mort had that fight....”
Everyone knew about the run-in with Mort. Still, Cindy was one of her allies. “Oh, well, I understand they got that straightened out. It’s all good.”
“I’m so glad. You know,” Cindy said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Mort isn’t one of my favorite men, but he was right. I’ve got cousins down here, and they’re all coming to see the lady bull rider!”
Lady bull rider? June smiled. “That’s great, Cindy. I hope to do you all proud.”
As Cindy described the huge extended family that would be in residence tonight, June saw Travis arrive and set up his bull rope. Their fight at True West came back to her. What the hell had been wrong with her? She’d gone and promised herself that she wouldn’t let her physical attraction to Travis become something that she let him or anyone else use against her. And then, the very next time she’d seen him, she’d flirted with him.
He leaned over to dig through his duffel. June leaned around the Preacher’s wife for a better view. She knew what was wrong with her. It was that Wrangler butt. Because even when he was scowling at her, he was still the best-looking man on this circuit. Simply the best.
But there was more to it than that. After a lifetime of her father smacking her around, it was nice to hear someone profess they just wanted to keep her safe.
Damn it. She tried to shake her head clear of Travis and focus on her one and only fan. Then, before her eyes, Mitch descended upon him.
Mitch’s words came back to her again—If you find anything good, you’ll tell me. He’d known Travis was supposed to be at True West—and hadn’t warned her. And now she could see him pressing Travis, no doubt trying to find out how his personal appearance went and whether or not he’d seen anyone interesting there.
“Then Jim married Charlotte...” Cindy was saying as she flipped through pictures on her phone.
June nodded and threw in an “Oh, really?” when Cindy paused, but she was keeping an eye on Mitch and Travis. Where was the Brazilian? Finally, she spotted him, all the way down at the other end of the chutes. He was watching the other two men.
Didn’t look like Mitch was having a lot of luck. June hadn’t seen Travis so much as move a facial muscle since Mitch had walked over.
“Their daughter goes to Texas Christian University....”
Travis finally seemed to acknowledge Mitch’s presence and shoved a plastic bag into his hands. Then he set about rosining up his bull rope. Whatever their conversation had been, it was over.
“She’d love to meet you....”
June snapped back to Cindy. “Oh, of course! I’d love to meet her, too! Bring her down after the rides tonight, okay?”
“Thanks, June. And good luck tonight—we’re rooting for you!”
Mitch made his way over toward June. It took several minutes, because he stopped and talked to just about everyone, but there was no mistaking his target.
“There she is!” He sidled up to her. “Have fun today, Girlie?”
Fun right about now would be decking someone. Starting with Mitch. “Don’t try to sweet-talk me. You knew he was going to be there and you didn’t tell me.”
Mitch looked like a Shakespearean sprite pleased with the mischief he’d spread. “Okay. Yes. That was kind of lousy.”
That was the worst excuse for an apology she’d ever heard. “Do I look like the kind of woman who takes ‘kind of lousy’ for an answer? Or did you not meet my dog?”
His smile faded. “I’ll make it up to you. The Brazilian and I will work your ropes.”
“Fine.” She needed someone to do it and the last thing she wanted was Cindy to look at her funny if the Preacher got too close. She couldn’t afford to have anyone think she was in it for the buckles. Especially the wives.
“Oh, now,” he pouted, thrusting the bag out to her. “Look, I come bearing gifts!”
“What is it?”
“Rosin. Travis seemed to think you needed some.”
She snatched the bag and peered inside. Both black and amber. “He got these? For me?”
“He didn’t explain. I don’t think he’s talking to me.”
Both kinds. Because he didn’t know which one she used, but he knew she needed it. This bordered on a sweet gesture, from a bull rider. Better than flowers. Travis had thought enough of her to buy her a gift. Despite the fact that they’d had more arguments than conversations.
The schoolgirl crush she’d been trying to keep buried threatened to break free and start growing. But she wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore, and Travis wasn’t some unattainable idol. He was right over there, twenty feet away. She could walk up to him and thank him for the gift. She could wait for him after the rides tonight, offer to buy him a drink. She could...
She slammed the door on her thoughts. That’s the kind of thinking that got her shot down yesterday. Should she be surprised that he’d bought her rosin, or surprised there wasn’t a helmet in the bag, too? She had to pay him back. That’s all there was to it.
“Yeah,” she explained when Mitch kept staring at her. “I couldn’t find it at the store, but he said he knew where he could get some.”
“Uh-huh,” Mitch said, a wicked grin on his face. “You want me to tell him thanks for you?”
The last thing she wanted was Mitch running interference for her, because interference was all she was going to get from him. “No, I need to pay him back. Thanks for bringing it over.”
“Sure thing, Girlie!” Mitch shouted behind her, drawing the attention of everyone behind the chutes. Everyone except Travis.
Travis
